Death of Interior an Decorator

I have the dorm to myself this weekend, I have my home away from home to sit in and od what needs to be done. Yet why is it that I can't seem to think straight, I can't seem to get things in my mind to order themselves right to do this paper or do this presentation. Is it some kind of sickness I have here?

Well, I'll place that beside the point, I'll sit and the normal thing, I'll talk about my day and...well my day wasn't anything to brag about. But I feel like I want to write alot in here. Most of the day I hung out with Spike and his dad, there was a little interaction with Rei today, which is a rarity now, to say the least. And Auska made a breif appearence, it was longer than Rei's but not to much avail.

The lyrics play in my head now,

All the girls in in every girlie-magazine can't make me feel any less alone, I'm reaching for the phone to call at 7:03. On your machine I slur a plee for you to come home. But I know its too late, I should have given you a reason to stay.

How is it we dream of something we've never had? How is I seem to get loneliest when I'm with people.

Posting in this blog has become a good passtime for me, I feel liberated when I finish a nice long post, and I come back the next day to find so many comments there, sat nice in their fonts with the names and times escorting them. I'm sure a lot of people who have blogs must know this feeling, its euphoric in a way. But I digress, I don't know why I'm even on this little trip...

After almost four weeks of playtime, Spike has beaten Devil May Cry 3. I liked the game, it was hard in parts, but it was fun too. The cinematics in there were awesome, its amazing where games have come in the past few decades, where technology, in general has come. I remember a time when I refused to use a computer to do anything on a computer. Now look at me. Well I better be going, Spike just got here.